Confused

you were my best friendhell we go way backfour fucking yearsif you want me to be exactyou confuse me so muchi often don't know what to sayyou said you'd be pissed at herbut you act the same waybooking back through the yearthe one thing i would take back is making you two friendscuz then i got sackedwhy do you feel the need to always start shit? does it make you feel betterif people hate me a bit? i guess to get along, i need to be drunk.then i may have an excuseto punch you punk